A man becomes obsessed with a bucket and believes it can talk to him. His friend tries to convince him the bucket is just an object, but later finds himself also becoming attached to the bucket and wanting to hear what it says. He demands the man give him the bucket, and then the story ends abruptly.
A man becomes obsessed with a bucket and believes it can talk to him. His friend tries to convince him the bucket is just an object, but later finds himself also becoming attached to the bucket and wanting to hear what it says. He demands the man give him the bucket, and then the story ends abruptly.
A man becomes obsessed with a bucket and believes it can talk to him. His friend tries to convince him the bucket is just an object, but later finds himself also becoming attached to the bucket and wanting to hear what it says. He demands the man give him the bucket, and then the story ends abruptly.
thought he was lonely and could use a friend. And then, very distressingly, he began to believe the bucket could speak to him. The Reassurance Bucket was merely meant to provide the comforting glow of companionship. It doesn't literally talk and give you orders. Whatever he is hearing the bucket say to him is just in his head. Lately I've been concerned about him. Wouldn't you be concerned as well? To see him delusional like this, obsessing over an inanimate metal object? I want to say something to him, but I don't know how I can convince him, I don't know if he'll listen to me. Oh, I'll try anyway. Hey! Can you hear me? Listen to me, it's just a bucket. It can't think, it can't talk. All it ever truly do for you is effectively transfer a liquid from one location to a different location! That's it. It doesn't do anything else. [Sigh] You see? He's not listening. He's still taking orders from the bucket. You know, once upon a time it was me he took orders from! Me he trusted and listened to. Now all he cares about is this awful bucket, this stupid hunk of metal. It's sad, but I suppose he doesn't need me anymore. From now on, he's just going to cling to this bucket, this cold, empty bucket. This... sort of shiny... bucket. Hmm. I'll give it this, the bucket does have a nice shine to it. Yes I suppose on closer inspection that it doesn't quite look like your average hardware store bucket. It's just a little more, um, what am I trying to say? Sturdier? More capable of transporting liquid? Like it would be better at moving an amount of water from one room to another? Oh my god. What am I saying? "Better at carrying water from room to room?" It's a bucket! It's literally just a bucket! Why do I feel some need to point out the ways in which it's... so much more than just a regular bucket? Oh no, I'm - I'm having feelings. For the bucket. No, no no, no, no, no, no, no, what's going on? Why do I want to be with the bucket, hear what the bucket has to say do anything it asks, what's wrong with me? I don't understand! Perhaps... perhaps if I had the bucket this would be less confusing, yes! The bucket could tell me what to do in this troublesome situation! Hey, give me the bucket! Give it to me! Give me the bucket! I need it! Give it to me, now! Give it, or I'll –